Zhang Dianyu used the darkness to cover up his guilty expression: "It's Mr. Fergus."
Anyway, the matter of Fergus digging his grave has already been caught by the clown. If he doesn't push this blame, it will be exposed sooner or later.
After all, judging from the clown's reaction, he seems to have identified some strange truths-even forcing the hang-up warden to beg him to kill Fergus, which is outrageous.
Zhang Dianyu was puzzled.
He couldn't see the expression in Stark's mask, so he missed the wonderful changes on it. But the point is—
Zhang Dianyu pointed to the coffin: "Can I do you a favor, Mr. Stark?"
Originally, he was only perfunctory to Stark, and asked him to help drill a breathing hole up. Whether the clown died or not, he didn't really care. But now he needs the clown to survive and turn him over to the police, so he can complete 1/5 of the mission completely.
Theoretically, this task prompt has been shown as one-fifth completed, but in fact, sometimes its completion degree will indeed change at any time.
Anyway, Zhang Dianyu felt relieved only when he saw the clown enter the police station with his own eyes.
Afterwards he suspects that the Joker will still be sent back to prison, but that's for later. As long as Mr. Fergus's closed area proves to be useful, is it afraid that these super criminals will not be locked up
The ventilation hole of the coffin was connected to the ground with a hose by Stark. After ensuring that the air could enter the inside, he left the grave with a guilty expression on his face.
He didn't know what happened to him, maybe he was assimilated by the warden-does this seem like a human thing
Mr. Warden seemed to have a very natural expression. After Stark walked out, he continued to fill in the soil calmly, and buried the entire coffin in it.
There was a slight light in the sky, and Zhang Dianyu took a picture of the last shovel of soil, looking a little dazed.
It seems that the clown is already well established, and he can definitely complete one-fifth of the tasks.
"Where is Mr. Fox?" He turned to Stark, "Can you take me to the hospital where he was rescued?"
"Of course." Stark opened his visor, looking a little weird.
It has been several hours, and the warden buried the clown in full swing, and only now remembered to ask Mr. Fergus.
Prisoners Sikestone and Mr. Fergus held high or low positions in the mind of the warden, and one could tell at a glance.
What's more, according to Mr. Warden, Fergus also did the digging of Sexton's grave.
Stark looked complicated. He couldn't help feeling a little sad for Mr. Fergus—fortunately, judging from the current clues, he shouldn't be a good person.
Zhang Dianyu opened his mouth and was about to say something when he suddenly noticed a dark shadow among the tombstones not far away.
He couldn't help rubbing his eyes, wondering if he hadn't slept all night and was in a trance.
Until the shadow spoke.
"I heard the clown is here."
Zhang Dianyu heaved a sigh of relief, it turned out to be Batman.
In the twilight of dawn, the distant scenery is still a bit indistinct. Only the two pointed ears of this mass of black shadow were very conspicuous. If he hadn't opened his mouth, Zhang Dianyu almost thought he had encountered a giant cat walking upright.
After all, if there is Hulk in this world, can't there be a mutant giant cat
"How did you hear that?" Stark was a little skeptical, "Did you secretly follow me?"
Batman seemed to glance at him, and his voice sounded a little surprised: "Don't you think I didn't?"
Stark: "?"
The sudden frankness made him a little unable to deal with it, but he wanted to spray it back more.
"Someone sells the Joker's whereabouts on the dark web." Batman said coldly, "He didn't show up at the Union Savings Bank, so people have to be vigilant."
"See you there, huh?" Stark rolled his eyes. Seriously, there's always something wrong with these criminals in Gotham.
Batman: "…"
He took a few steps forward, looking in the direction of Stark and Zhang Dianyu: "Where is he?" He looked around and said slowly, "There are signs that the clown has been here."
Isn't this nonsense, the air here is still a little green, Stark thought.
He pointed to the freshly filled soil: "Buried."
Batman: "?!"
"...Buried?" He slowly glanced at the direction Stark was pointing at. The soil here was really soft, the grass on it hadn't been paved yet, and the leaves looked a little dry.
Where there should have been a grave lay a brand new tombstone with a name on it, Aston Sixstone. There is also a line of small words below: A hero is buried here.
Whether it is a hero is still difficult to draw conclusions. After all, as far as he knows, this sexstone is probably as headless as the warden.
But what did Stark's words mean
"Sexstone?" he asked in a low voice.
The person who answered him was the warden: "Oh, you are right, Sexton is also in the coffin."
"In the coffin?!" Batman couldn't help asking. Stark coughed uncontrollably: "Yes, Mr. Repeater."
Batman calmed down, activated the scanning device, and explored the situation underground.
He was indeed a little shocked just now—but he didn't quite believe it.
Things like clowns will never really die. Even if he did die, it wouldn't cheer Batman up.
It wasn't just a clown he wanted to clear.
The scan results proved that his guess was correct. There was indeed a coffin buried underground with two people inside. One of them was lying flat at the bottom with no vital signs. It should be the body of the prisoner Sexton.
The other one was a bit odd—he was lying on top of the corpse in a slightly curled up position, which didn't look comfortable.
It's not quite right to be comfortable in a coffin, but what Batman is saying is that the guy who's supposed to be the Joker could have stretched his body out straight, but he didn't.
His contemplation made the warden frowned, and then he showed a look of realization: "Oh, Mr. Batman, the Joker is indeed buried in a coffin and buried below, but this is only a stopgap measure-used on him. . . The person with the ability is Mr. Fergus, he was seriously injured and is being rescued in the hospital." He paused, then continued: "Only when he wakes up, can the movement control on the clown be released and the police take him away."
He looked at Stark with a bit of concern in his expression: "Then can you take me to see Mr. Fergus?"
"Mr. Fergus is out of danger," Stark nodded. "The hospital has already sent news that he has received a blood transfusion, and the gunshot wound has avoided the vitals."
Zhang Dianyu was about to speak, when a low-pitched question came from the other side: "Is that a rope on the ground?"
Batman's eyes scanned the things left at the scene, and finally fell on the pool of blood on the ground and the cut rope next to it. He walked over, took out some strange detection tools from his belt, and collected samples from the blood on the rope.
Zhang Dianyu: "..." This is the third robot cat he has seen today, and it is a black cat sheriff.
He was a little guilty, and didn't know whether to describe the storyline from the perspective of being tied to the tombstone.
In the end he chose to be autistic, turned his face and said resolutely to Stark: "Take me to the hospital, I will go to Mr. Fergus before he wakes up."
From the perspective of a successor and student, this reason should be perfect, Zhang Dianyu thought.
For some reason, Stark couldn't bear to stare.
Zhang Dianyu: "?"
Stark coughed, closed his visor, and snapped his fingers again.
"Of course, no problem." The cold electronic eyes looked at the somewhat dazed Mr. Warden, "Slightly separate your hands and stand up straight—yes, that's right."
In the next second, Zhang Dianyu almost said "Fuck".
The battle armor carrying the ambulance touched behind him at some point, and when he made that silly movement under Stark's guidance, it suddenly covered his body directly from behind , closing with a crisp metallic sound, wrapping his whole body in the battle armor.
Gotta say, kind of cool.
"That's right." Stark's voice appeared in his helmet, "You don't get airsick—but it's really equipped with the world's most advanced filtering system, it's fine if you spit in it, but it's best not to Do it."
In the next second, the thrusters under the armor's feet started suddenly, and the golden-red armor flew into the night sky with a slight hint of white.
Zhang Dianyu, who was immersed in shock, hurriedly shouted: "Stark! I haven't told Batman to keep an eye on the clown—"
"Don't worry, I can do it for you—and I can tell you his reaction is definitely snort." Stark's voice sounded extremely skilled, "But he will definitely smell the police and then run away, trust me. "
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
But no one called the police yet, and the ambulance was told by Stark not to call the police, he would handle the whole thing—after all, the police can't take the criminal away now that they are here.
Stark's armor lagged behind for a while before arriving at the hospital entrance. He landed heavily on the ground, admiring Zhang Dianyu's somewhat restrained ugly expression.
No amount of damping can change the feeling of accelerating through the air and flying at extreme speeds—it's just insane.
Zhang Dianyu leaned on the sculpture at the door and thought.
But he definitely won't spit here.
"Are you okay?" Stark asked. "Thinking of throwing up?"
At the same time, there was a concerned greeting and a female voice retching.
A man poked his head out from behind the sculpture and gave Stark a thumbs up.
Zhang Dianyu: "?"
Stark couldn't help laughing.
Zhang Dianyu's face was a little green.
By the time they arrived, Mr. Fergus had been pushed out of the emergency room and was lying on a bed in the ward for fluids, but was still in a coma.
Zhang Dianyu and Stark walked into the ward under the leadership of the nurse. Zhang Dianyu casually glanced at Mr. Fergus, who was a little pale, and studied the monitor next to him, which showed Mr. Fergus' vital signs.
He didn't understand these numbers very well, but judging from the nurse's relaxed expression, there should be no danger.
But Mr. Fergus was not yet awake.
Zhang Dianyu lifted the quilt a little, studied the pipelines connected to the old warden, and suddenly asked the nurse, "When can these be pulled out?"
The nurse's expression was a little strange: "The patient lost a lot of blood, it is recommended not to leave the hospital immediately."
Stark gasped.
It turns out that Mr. Warden wanted to extubate Fergus? Fortunately, Mr. Fergus is a good fortune teller